Mr. Prime Minister
(Johan Bengtsson)
Hey, mr. Prime Minister
I don’t want you in my living room
I don’t want your special forces
Sneaking ’round my house at night
Looking after my so called “security”
Mr. Prime Minister
I don’t want you on my line
Listening for evidences of crime
Hey, mr. Prime Minister
I don’t want you in my studio
I don’t want your special forces
Going through my stuff to find
Some song I copied years ago
You see, mr. Prime Minister
My integrity means more to me
Than your toothless copyright laws
It doesn’t work anyway
I don’t get digitally fed
I don’t earn any money
They go somewhere else instead
Into the pockets of Virgin
BMG and EMI
And all this time my flood of cash
Is slowly getting dry
Mr. Prime Minister, you’re dancing
You’re dancing very well
Following the tune
Sang by the USA
Hey, mr. Prime Minister
Take your cameras down
Go downtown, out on the streets
See the city-lights
There’s no need of “security”
In a world where things are free
Take my hand, re-arrange the streets
And dance ’til the morning lights
See, mr. Prime Minister
Money flows and time will pass
But culture, and not surveillance
Is always going to last
Yes culture, and not surveillance
Is always going to last
Culture is always going to last
Credits:
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, keyboard and programming)